SEREN
For every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
She had not expected to be huffed and puffed and blown away like some house in a silly children's tale. Even as Seren found herself tumbling head over heels several feet away from where she had been, she couldn't help but groan at the humiliation of it. Or stop the surge of reluctant awe that rose, by the time she had landed and was hauling herself back off the ground. This was the Archangel. Vi's own personal champion... and she was amazing.
Sucking in a slow breath between her teeth, attempting to quell both irritation and jitters, Seren suppressed the urge to prove the woman right and charge right back in. Instead she approached slowly, watching the older woman carefully in a search for weakness that yielded very little. She was thin, and looked a little tired around the eyes. Sleepless nights?
A quick prayer and a glance to the sky - cantrips, safety blankets and showmanship only - saw a pair of gleaming wolves take form on either side of the starchild. Made up of condensed stars, they were still very solid, and spread out to flank Amalia. Seren did look around them, at the bustling harbor and the dangerous edge of the dock where the ground ended and the sky began. A long drop, that. A place one would not like to go near.
So that was exactly where she meant to heard the woman. One wolf made a sudden charge towards Amalia's left side, meant to make her turn. The other followed, to distract and harry - even as Seren kept pressing in from the front. This time, she made herself heavy as she could, in the hopes that the divine wind would not be able to blow her aside again.
Sucking in a slow breath between her teeth, attempting to quell both irritation and jitters, Seren suppressed the urge to prove the woman right and charge right back in. Instead she approached slowly, watching the older woman carefully in a search for weakness that yielded very little. She was thin, and looked a little tired around the eyes. Sleepless nights?
A quick prayer and a glance to the sky - cantrips, safety blankets and showmanship only - saw a pair of gleaming wolves take form on either side of the starchild. Made up of condensed stars, they were still very solid, and spread out to flank Amalia. Seren did look around them, at the bustling harbor and the dangerous edge of the dock where the ground ended and the sky began. A long drop, that. A place one would not like to go near.
So that was exactly where she meant to heard the woman. One wolf made a sudden charge towards Amalia's left side, meant to make her turn. The other followed, to distract and harry - even as Seren kept pressing in from the front. This time, she made herself heavy as she could, in the hopes that the divine wind would not be able to blow her aside again.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
